Where does Snow come from?

In the beginning, the Earth was hot, neat and pleasant. There ruled two gods, Winter, the god of penance and love, and Summer, the goddess of honor and knighthood. War was a nonexistent concept, and if there were wrongdoings, they were dealt with peace and justice.

Winter was an ugly god. His skin was matt and his hair of only one colour. But he was good and charming. Winter was an entertaining host and his jokes could make the grumpiest beings laugh out loud. Meanwhile, Summer was the most beautiful goddess that had ever come along. Her skin was a fiery gold that glowed under the midday sun. Her hair was pink, purple and blue, its curls framing her face perfectly. Her smile was the shiniest of them all, and her laugh was infectious.

Winter and Summer were not the only gods that existed. But they were the most powerful and worshipped ones. As a couple, they supported and took care of each other. In the old era, the sky would shine everyday; the birds would sing their songs. The waters would glisten and the flowers would bloom all year long. But one day the sky darkened, the birds stopped singing and the flowers closed up. A new goddess had come along. Her form was mysterious, just a swirling mass of darkness and smoke. But if she chose so, she could take the form of any mortal or immortal being. And unfortunately, she was greedy.

This new goddess was called Foul and she was the embodiment of evil. Foul was very jealous of Winter for having Summer as his wife, and so she built a plan break up the couple.

She devised a scheme to go once a week to meet Summer in the form of her husband and pick fights, and after each time she would would treat the other goddess even worse. It wasn't long before Summer started to feel frustration and resentment towards her husband.

The next step in Foul's plan was become Summer's friend and make her love for Winter nonexistent, allowing her to pounce and take her prize. Summer's frustration was a big enough window for them to become friends and soon enough, something else arise between them.

Her love for Winter grew smaller by each week until one day, Summer woke up to the realization that Winter was not the love of her life anymore. Foul finally could enjoy all the hard work, for Summer was hers at last. Foul laughed and felt as powerful as a grown man taking candy from a child.

Summer was to meet Foul at the edge of the property in the middle of the night, but before she was able to step outside, there came Winter. His gaze travelled from her hand on the door to the bag on her shoulders and asked her what was she doing. Not being able to lie, she told him the truth.

He couldn't understand why she was leaving him. He had always been a most affectioned husband, but he then remembered the past few months of her growing distand and in a fit of rage, Winter froze the whole world. Clutching his chest, the clouds parted from beneath him, and he fell to Earth.

His heart had frozen over and turned his skin and everything he touched into ice. Summer, not knowing what else to do, tried to defrost the ice around his heart, as well as around Earth. Winter, not being able to care about anything anymore simply turned away from Summer, and left her to her own devices. Earth and humanity be damned.

In the shadows, Foul saw everything, and overcome with grief and guilt, she knew she had to at least try to make things right. Foul confessed her crimes to her lover and Summer was appaled by what she heard. Foul was tried and found guilty by the rest of the gods. Their veredict announced that she was to be stripped off her powers and left to live the rest of her days as a human.

Summer and Winter were never seen in the same place at the same time ever again. Destined to forever wonder alone, Winter would feel his pain grow and the only way to subside it was to cry. And cry he did, for he would grasp his chest and weep for his lost love and betrayal. His tears are what we know today as snow: cold as his rage, soft as his heart once was.